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Project: GENome.

In the year 2015, American pharmaceutical company GenPharm, after a multitude of extremely destructive failures, succeeded in creating a strain of biotic virus that bonded with its host and gave them a series of strange abilities. In exchange, the virus caused a sort of hunger in its host, one that could only be satisfied through the consumption of another living being.

The virus, originally taken as a commission from the military, underwent a long chain of experimentation, after its initial creation. At the end of an expensive and drawn-out trial period, the military decided that the virus was a failure, having a mortality rate of over 99% in its hosts. Only a handful was left alive, and they were cast as pariahs, rejected by their creators and employers.

Fearing retribution from the supersoldiers they had created, GenPharm and the military pooled their resources to round up the Hosts. They were contained, and had their memories of the virus, GenPharm, and anything involving the experimentation replaced with standard, every day memories. GenPharm also injected them with a special strain of countervirus that nullified the hunger by putting the virus into a sort of stasis. Replanted into society, the Hosts went on to lead normal lives, unaffected by the virus.


That is, until now…

Rules.

- Please, please, please...follow the ToS. This is a Gaian RP, therefore, follow Gaian rules.
- Keep things from getting unsavory, yeah? I like when things are real, little bits of romance, some swearing for flavor. But seriously, if things start to get out of hand, I'm going to have to call a stop to it. So please, don't overdo it.
- Obey the common courtesy of RPing. I don't want to see any godmodding, autohitting/autododging, god mode, any of that garbage, unless I get a PM first giving me both a good reason and some kind of consent or agreement from the other party.
- You get three strikes here. So, doing something I don't like, or something that violates these rules, will get you a warning. I will post the warning in the RP, so that everyone knows what not to do.
- This is a semi- to literate RP. Please, make use of spellcheck and use capitalization and punctuation. This also means that OOC should be in (()) or [[]]. No ** for actions either, please. The RP should be written in 3rd person past tense. (ie: Osiris ran, looking for a door. He found it and went through.)
- Please, hold off on posting at first. After I've read your profile and accepted it, I will send a PM giving you an entry point. This makes it easier on you, me, and all of us, so we don't have people running around randomly.
- Keep in mind: I CONTROL EVERYTHING. While I abhor godmodding and such, if I feel that the story requires it, I will step in and take control of characters to as small an extent as I can manage. Keep that in mind when you join the RP. Also, these rules are subject to change, although I doubt I will need to.
- Please copy the Profile Skeleton below and PM it to me with the subject Genome.

Accepted Profiles.

Controlled By: XxKira_Tsuki_MegamixX
Name: Kuroi Yoru Oni
Age: 20
A Bit About Me: When Kuroi was young, she was taken away from her family. She didn't know why, but she remembered that her brother was carrying her and holding a briefcase. The older she got, and when she started to ask her brother questions, the more she learned about their family. Every time she starts to think about her family, aside from her brother, regret fills in her mind. Regret for asking in the first place. Later on in her life, at around the age of fifteen, her brother started drinking, and coming home later and later. She absolutely hated him for it. He promised her that he would be nothing like their father, but instead he had turned into a younger version of him. He started to shout and scream at her for making small mistakes in anything, and it soon turned into violence for talking back, or something of the sort. After all of that, when she turned eighteen, she left to a completely different state. She has lived there ever since, and has lived the life of a normal person... Or so she thought...
I Look Like: Kuroi has long dark violet hair that reaches down to her ankles, only hinting at hitting the floor. Her eyes are a pale blue, with a green-ish hint in them. She wears a black long sleeved shirt with a panda on the front. The sleeves flare out at the end, and go about halfway past her thumb. The bottom part of her outfit is a skirt that stops a bit past her knees. Her boots are platform boots that have buckles instead of laces, and occupy the space past the end of her skirt. She wears a spiked choker around her neck, and the color of it under the spikes is rainbow.
Currently, I: Kuroi will be starting off playing the piano, her hobby.
Anything Else?: Nope, nothing else.
Biotic Powers: Quillbody.

Controlled By: [Sumitsu01]
Name: [Jesse Straub]
Age: [17]
A Bit About Me: [I was just your average everyday kid. Captain of my high school football team, a well rounded individual when it came to grades in school itself. You know, the guy that everyone wanted to either be like, or get rid of. Well, it seems that someones pretty much succeeded in that department. At the age of 17, I somehow ended up in the passenger seat of my car, with my girl missing, and my head pounding like someone took a super sized hammer to the front, back, left and right sides of it. What the hell is going on? And what's with these pointy objects sticking all over the place?!]
I Look Like: [Height: 5'11" Weight: 225 lbs Ethnicity: Black/Hispanic Hair: Short/Black Eyes: Hazel No facial hair save for a mustache, and a small scar on the underside of my chin. Got that as a kid trying to be Superman. ]
Currently, I: [Right now, I'm wondering the streets of St. Paul, Minnesota. Trying very hard to piece together the last 12 hours of my life where everything is completely blank. I'm confused, hungry, and nothing at this moment makes much sense in the least.]
Anything Else?: [My nickname on the field was "El Toro" due to the bit of Hispanic in my family. That and the way that I played defensive end.]
Biotic Powers: [Quillbody]

Controlled By: Isa-sama
Name: Clarrisa Anne Schiffer
Age: 15
A Bit About Me: She grew up in a rich family, but it wasn't a loving one. She was the runt of the family - her siblings wanted nothing to do with her, and neither of her parents paid much attention. They would tease her mercilessly and her parents did nothing to stop it. It wasn't until she was 14 that she realized she was the b*****d child of her father. One would think that her personality would be strong/angry/cynical in the face of all this hostility, but it turned out to be the complete opposite. She tried her best to appeal to her family, by being kind and polite. When that didn't work, she withdrew into the world of books. She's never seen without a book of some type, be it fiction or non-fiction. She's happiest when she's reading, but yearns for a friend. Unfortunately, no one likes the bookworm, so she stopped reaching out. She's now a very quiet and shy individual, easily frazzled by people.
I Look Like: She wears a pair of glasses for her nearsightedness. While she does have contacts, she doesn't really like to use them. She has curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. Being 5'2" and weighing 95 pounds, one would worry whether she's anorexic/bulimic (but she's not - she just has a very fast metabolism). She isn't very strong since she doesn't exercise. She normally wears jeans and shirts with sleeves that go the the elbows.
Currently, I: am reading on a park bench.
Anything Else?: She has photographic memory, which means she rarely reads the same book twice. She is also scarily obsessed with reading.
Biotic Powers: Slaughterfists

Controlled By: SirBayer
Name: Lance Fairchild
Age: 25
A Bit About Me: Lance was born to extremely rich parents, and lived fairly luxuriously and normally. Through his high school years, he more or less ran his class, leading things throughout most of his young life. He really never learned proper social interaction from it, and is still overly aristocratic and nasty about things. His college life was unremarkable and highly drunken, which is probably how they nabbed him for the project (he obviously doesn't remember and just think he skipped a few months for no particular reason). Ever since he's just been trying to recover his grades, fairly unsuccessfully. He's still a bit of a jerk, but he's managed to remain vaguely popular in his peer group, which hasn't helped his grades, or the fact that he's about to awake.
I Look Like: Lance is a tall, graceful young man. He stands at a solid 6' 3", and weighs a meager 156 lbs. His hair is fair and fine, and always neatly combed (to the point that he carries a comb with him). His eyes are a handsome greyish blue, and carry that mysterious attractiveness that draws in poor young women the world across. His features are similar cleancut and gorgeous; his beard is always cleanly shaved away and his stand is always just so. His clothing even marks him as aristocratic; he rarely is not wearing fine shirts and sweater vests, along with slacks or khakis or nice pants of some variety.
Currently, I: Lance is at college, as before mentioned, partying it up. Constantly. Doesn't matter much to him, he didn't go to college for to LEARN things, don't be ridiculous.
Anything Else?: He owns a monocle and tophat.
Biotic Powers: Knifehands

Controlled By: NativeForeigner
Name: Saieve Driskoll
Age: 21
A Bit About Me: I was born and raised in Olympia, Washington with my Irish mom and step-dad. My real father, a Hispanic man, left my mother before my birth. Eventually, she found another man, they married, and my half-brother, Finnegan, was born three years later.
From an early age, I would always choose climbing over things and taking the most direct path rather than going around. Because of this, I took up Parkour, followed soon by free running and I was a natural, becoming on of the best in the state by age sixteen.
Early on in my free running career, my mother feared for my safety and insisted I enlist in martial arts. I have been practicing a variety of martial arts since the age of thirteen because of this. I stuck with it because it seemed to go well with my other practices.
About three years ago, I woke up in an alleyway with my head banging. I figured I had just fallen from the building, but I just can’t seem to remember anything from that night.
I Look Like: I am rather tall, about six foot one and slim. I weigh about 145 pounds and it’s all muscle. I have short, wavy brown hair that I usually spike up and almond-shaped brown eyes. Around summertime, when the sun is shining, natural streaks show up in my hair. My skin is rather tan, much more than my brother Finnegan’s, and my hands are large and my fingers slim, ideal for gripping. I have somewhat large feet, I wear a size fourteen shoe.
Right now I am wearing what I always wear when I run, a pair of black workout pants with a white stripe on the right leg, a white t-shirt, running shoes, and fingerless leather gloves and I’m cleanly shaved.
Currently, I: am free running through the city.
Anything Else?: Saieve is half Irish and half Hispanic. Doesn’t get sunburns because of his heritage. Is “double-jointed” in his elbows. Speaks Spanish fluently
Biotic Powers: Slaughterfist

Controlled By: Someone with a voice MOAR MANLY THAN YOURS
Name: Elizabeth Lynch
Age: 21
A Bit About Me: Elizabeth is someone who wants to believe herself to be willing and capable of adapting to change and embracing it, but struggles with that she always makes excuses to maintain the status quo (despite having recognized this trend). She comes from a middle-class family that got where it is by not questioning anything - and will never get any farther for the same reason. She's often torn between dreams of grandeur and realizations of mediocrity. A native of North California with the obligatory superiority complex, Elizabeth is definitely on the more sheltered end of the scale.
I Look Like: Elizabeth combines a reasonably attractive but entirely forgettable face, with green eyes and brown hair, typically kept in a ponytail that goes just past her shoulder blades, with her bangs let down over her forehead. She's neither thin nor fat, strong nor weak. She could blend into a crowd effortlessly.
Currently, I: ... am visiting a cousin in Wisconsin.
Anything Else?: Elizabeth Lynch is so average it's amazing. And she hates it.
Biotic Powers: Big Shield

Controlled By: MiZeRy-WhisperS
Name: Raven Usagi Hoshi
Age: 18
A Bit About Me: Raven was born into a messed up family and doesn't remember much about it. Her moter was very depressed and her father was an alcoholic. Her brother would protect her from her fathers horrid drunk rages and took most of the damage. When her brother was seventeen, her being twelve, he got in a big fight with her father. It had been over the fact that she had received a bad bruise from her father and her brother got angry.
After that her brother took her away and she's lived with him since then.
I Look Like: Standing at 5'02", Raven has short, messy, black hair that stops at her shoulders. It contains seven rainbow colored streaks and her bags hide her eyes. Because of a birth defect, she has a unique turquoise eye and a normal black eye. Her clothing consists of a hoodie/shirt that looks like a black, broken heart hoodie with it's sleeves cut off and replaced with long, black/red striped sleeves. The hood has small cat ears sewn on and the sleeves have thumb holes. Along with that, she wears a black skirt with a skull pattern that ends halfway down to her knees and broken fishnet stockings. Her shoes are platform boots with a platform of three inches and has buckles with D-rings that hold chains decorated with skull charms. Her nails are always painted black, she wears thick black eyeliner, has a black lip ring on her lower lip on the right side, has silver Star earrings on, and wears a necklace that holds a fake razor with a heart cut-out in the middle.
Currently, I: Raven will start off in a park or somewhere outside staring at the clouds and daydreaming.
Anything Else?: Raven may look cold and mean, but is rather sweet and kind. She also has a black cat keychain, named Astrix, she always has with her.
Biotic Powers: Big Shield

Controlled By: [Mr. Blackbird Lore]
Name: [Helena Grissom]
Age: [26]
A Bit About Me: [I'm an artist in every sense of the word. I do photography, pencil & ink sketches, watercolor paints, prose, and digital works. I have a job as a freelancer, doing everything from t-shirts for churches to billboard designs for Fortune 500 companies. I employ only three people: a secretary to handle communications and clientele, a runner who makes sure my goods make it to my clients on time, and a legit CPA to handle the cash flow. I take care of the rest. When I'm not at work, I'm typically devoting time to my hobby, which is a form of art considered much less... tasteful. Since a child, I've always been fascinated by the human capacity for physical, mental, and emotional pain, and in my spare time I work tirelessly to portray the many facets of this side of humanity. There is often blood and death is frequent in this portion of my art. This hobby is my little secret, not even my employees know about it, and I make sure that any clients I deal with for this side of business are as discrete as I am. If you can't tell, art is essentially my life, and I have a strong focus on people and the human psyche; I often aim to create images that convey thoughts or emotions, and my critics often tell me that I do well in the regard, which is always a confidence booster.]
I Look Like: [What one might expect. I'm pretty short at 5'8" and I only weigh 140 pounds. I'm in good shape because my ex-boyfriend was really into parkour and convinced me to go running all over the city with him. It was fun while it lasted, and I still go out and about every so often on my own to maintain my physique. I'm a pretty small gal all around with a slim waist and just a pair of B cups. My hair is a lovely auburn that falls to my shoulders, although I prefer to keep it up in a bun and tuck my long bangs behind my left ear. I tend to wear neutral colors, and on this fateful day, I was feeling leisurely knowing that I had no clients coming to the office, so I dressed simply and comfortably: A long-sleeved white top revealing my bare shoulders, black sweat pants, and my pair of low-top Converse that I wear to go running.]
Currently, I: [am at the office alone as none of my products are going out, and I'm not expecting any customers, although I do allow walk-ins.]
Anything Else?: [Nothing, really. I'll let you know if something comes to mind.]
Biotic Powers: [Knifehands]

Controlled By: Kyuusei Nakiato
Name: Isaiah Corinth
Age: 22
A Bit About Me: Life for Isaiah was what you could call structured as he was raised by the church after his mother died during child birth and his father a drunk, saw maybe this child could have a better life. He was schooled by the church til high school where prospered the thoughts of his mother and father always pressing him forward without a hitch. He found himself destined for military when he found out through the church that it was a war that had broken his old man's spirit and sought to make sure that didn't happen again joining the the armed forces right out of high school. Excelling quickly thanks to his loyalty and persistence Isaiah was well on his way to making his dream a reality. After hearing of the experiments and talking it over with his superiors did he undergo them to see himself a better asset to his nation, only to be cast off as a mistake and caged til broken. After the experiment he was brainwashed and dropped back in to civilian life where he although felt out of place, became a police officer as his criteria of course altered made him a perfect candidate for. All of his past lift seemed to of passed as thoughts of fiction to him til something happened..
I Look Like: Standing at a height of 5'11", Isaiah is a man that takes a presence in a room with a serious type expression although he is an easy going person. He has a slender yet toned body type topped with pitch black hair and hazel caramel eyes.
Currently, I: Am a local police officer handling small throw away cases and working late hours to support himself and his apartment although he always felt it was a good life he lived it just wasn't his. He's always been a very organized person with a very broad vocabulary and polite social manner. He often switched units, always trying to increase the work load on to himself from his peers, and they would often tell him, "you're just a police officer, you're not out to save the world; just to help the people you can." He never felt that was the case, feeling as if compared to what he had done before which he couldn't remember, this was nothing and pressed on. On first glance he would pass as military but was always seen by the people as just too soft a guy. If only he knew the truth.
Anything Else?: Nothing really
Biotic Powers: Slaughterfist

Controlled By: [Xxlolli_splicer]
Name: [Felix Riley]
Age: [19]
A Bit About Me: [Felix just recently came from Ireland, deciding he needed to see what life was like away from the farm. He's a starving musician, as almost all musicians are. He's lead singer/guitarist for his band Skylark, and his life consists of almost nothing else If only they would get a record deal... He's got a rather thick accent and tends to mumble to himself in Gaelic. He's got a reserved personality, and doesn't adapt to strangers exceptionally well because of his blunt nature.]
I Look Like: [Felix is very lanky with very pale skin. He's so pale, even his freckles are hardly noticeable. His hair is dyed a shade of cotton candy pink to hide the slightly red hair he's grown to hate. His eyes are naturally an emerald colour, but he wears tinted contacts that make them appear an almost white shade of pink. He tends to dress in a punk way, but only because his clothes don't get taken care of and they naturally get ripped up.]
Currently, I: [am on a smoking break]
Anything Else?: [Felix smokes. A lot. And he also fancies a pair of brass goggles he keeps secreted away.]
Biotic Powers: [Knifehands]

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As she turned the page, she suddenly got a head rush similar to the ones that a person got when standing up too fast. Her hand was frozen in place, the corner of the page pinched between two fingers. She could feel everything that she was touching: the texture of the page, the wood of the bench.
Then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone. The page slipped from her fingers and all was just as before. Wasn't it?
The sun was still shining. That jogger was still going around the edge of the lake. But...something. Like a shadow, out of sight. It was clear to Clarissa that something had changed.
She didn't feel so good.